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Hastur looked at Sharon, seeking her answer.
Sharon just shook her head, indicating that she didn't know much about it.
But what is certain is that Azshara is not in any danger for the time being, and all vital signs are normal.
Hastur paid close attention to every subtle change in Azshara's body. Seeing that the cold current was spreading outside the house, he sealed the entire house to prevent the cold current from spreading and affecting the people living nearby.
As time went by, the ice in the room gradually changed from a thin layer to thick and hard, and was about to form ice cubes.
Azshara, who was in the center of the cold wave, began to change in her huddled body.
The originally black and slender hair on its body was falling off one by one. As the hair fell off, its body gradually became covered with a layer of ice, as if it was about to freeze itself.
Hastur specifically took a look at Azshara's current state and found that it was already asleep and sleeping soundly.
This heartless little lazy cat...
Hastur could not find a more suitable adjective to describe Azshara.
When Azshara's hair fell off, the layer of ice on her body expanded to more than half the size of Sharon.
Then, wisps of blue light emitted from the solid ice, first in wisps, then gradually into groups, and finally turned into a ball of light emitting dense blue light.
Is this about transforming into a human?
Hastur had a clear understanding in his heart. According to the bloodline inheritance of the mysterious world, the source of all living things is human beings.
Giants, elves, demons, magic wolves, phoenixes, etc. are all variants of human blood.
When a creature embarks on an extraordinary path and gradually transforms into a higher sequence, it will gradually move closer to the source.
This is especially true for the path of the witch. They are all the original children, and they will involuntarily move closer to the original witch.
This is the influence from the source of high-level beings on low-level extraordinary beings.
During the Witch Sequel, Azshara can already transform into a human, but she is unwilling to
It has been revealed in public, and now it can no longer control this change.
Seeing that it would take some time for Azshara to transform into a human, Hastur left the room first and asked Sharon to take care of her.
As soon as he left the room, Hastur found Butler Neil and asked him to send someone to buy clothes suitable for Azshara to wear.
From four or five years old to seventeen or eighteen years old, buy three sets of clothes for each age group so that Azshara can choose from them later.
Less than three minutes later, Hastur returned to the room. He didn't want to miss Azshara's "birthday".
When Azshara transforms into a human, today will be her birthday. From now on, we can celebrate her birthday at this time every year.
What makes Hastur more uncertain is how old Azshara will be when she becomes a human.
He privately believed that a five- or six-year-old girl would be cuter, and a girl of eleven or twelve would be acceptable. A girl of sixteen or seventeen would feel a bit weird to him. If she was in her early twenties, the weird feeling would be Even more intense.
After all, he himself is only twenty years old this year. He can't raise a daughter but also raise a mature woman who is older than himself, right?
According to the memory of browsing the Internet in a previous life, a cat's 20 years old is about 100 years old in a human, which is equivalent to one cat's year being equal to five human years.
Azshara is less than three years old, so she is twelve or thirteen years old, which is in line with Hastur's psychological expectations.
But there is also another algorithm. Each growth period of a cat corresponds to a different age in humans. For a kitten in the kitten stage, 1 month is equivalent to 1 human year, a 1-year-old kitten is equivalent to 15 years old, and a 2-year-old kitten is equivalent to 24 years old. A cat is equivalent to years old in humans.
Calculated this way, Azshara's corresponding human age is about 28 years old.
This is what Hastur is more worried about. He does not want Azshara to become the second Lady Germani.
Seeing Hastur's nervous look, Sharon unconsciously had a faint smile on her lips.
Now Hasta is like a father standing outside the delivery room in the hospital, waiting anxiously and uneasily for the birth of his child.
Sensing Sharon's appraising gaze, Hasta looked sideways at Sharon, opened his mouth and said a word silently, and blinked.
That means: If I am Azshara's father, then you are her mother.
Sharon's cheeks couldn't help but blush. She turned sideways and stopped looking at Hastur. She just looked at Azshara who was still frozen, feeling a little strange.
About fifteen minutes later, the room began to warm up, the frost that had been formed just now began to melt, and the ice on Azshara's body was also melting away little by little.
When the ice melted, what appeared in front of Hastur and Sharon was a naked girl sitting on the ground with her hands wrapped around her legs, her head resting on her arms, and her skin color was like snow.
She was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with long black hair that fell smoothly and straight down to her waist. A black cat tail that had not yet disappeared was swaying gently in the hair, playing with her hair flexibly.
Her facial features are outstanding. If you look closely, she looks a bit like Sharon, a smaller version of Sharon.
Hastur looked at Sharon several times and found that there was probably a three-quarter image of her and a two-quarter image of himself.
"You haven't gone out to get your clothes yet."
Sharon seemed to be holding back her shame when she said this, because she also found that Azshara was a bit like herself.
Himself and Hastur.
Knowing that Azshara subconsciously wanted to look like herself and Hastur, she transformed into such a face.
"It's really like the two of us."
Hasta sighed with emotion before going out to find Butler Neil to get three suitable sets of clothes.
When Hastur walked into the room again, Azshara was already hiding on the bed, pulling the big quilt around herself to block herself tightly. Several choking and sobbing sounds could be faintly heard from inside the quilt.
It’s not as crooked anymore, is that all?
Hastur put down his clothes and looked at Sharon sitting beside the bed with an inquiring gaze.
"She just couldn't think about it for the moment." Sharon's voice made Azshara's sobbing movements under the quilt more obvious.
"It's good to just think of raising a daughter." Hasta whispered, looked at Sharon and said, "Sharon, you have to take good care of our child."
The shyness that Sharon had just suppressed turned into red clouds and climbed up. Hasta left the room with a relatively brisk pace, leaving Sharon alone in the room to persuade Azshara.
The sound of closing the door sounded. Sharon calmed down and the blush on her face faded again. Then she gently opened a corner of the quilt and looked inside at the watery, red Azshara with tears in her eyes. She gently stroked her head, silently. Comforting.
After a while, Azshara, who seemed to have figured it out, raised her head, looked at Sharon, who had a rare gentle look on her face, and shouted out the first words she said when she became a human.
"Mom Sharon."
"?!"
Sharon's gentle facial expression suddenly froze, her pupils narrowed and then dilated, and the hand caressing Azshara's head stopped in mid-air.
Even after taking deep breaths several times, he still didn't recover from Azshara's name.
"Azshara, you can't call me that." Sharon said almost word for word.
"Why? Mom Sharon?"
"..."
What Sharon was about to say was shattered by this simple and bold address.
She regretted a little that she shouldn't have stayed in this house. She should have let Hastur coax the baby by herself just now.
"Mom, mother, is a very sacred word. It refers to the existence that gives you a new life in the world." Sharon tried her best to suppress the strangeness in her heart and explained seriously, trying to change Azshara's name for herself.
"Mother Sharon, the master just said that I am the child of both of you."
"..."
Faced with Azshara's naive and timid appearance, like a newly born kitten fearful of the new world, Sharon was really unable to resist.
In the end, she could only say with a straight face: "You can only call me Miss Sharon or Sister Sharon."
"Mom Sharon, don't you want me anymore?"
Azshara's blue eyes became watery again, and her hands were still tightly grasping Sharon's sleeves.
"..." Sharon was silent for a while, "Get up and get dressed first."
"I won't."
"I teach you."
"Thank you, Mom Sharon."
"..."
By the time Sharon led Azshara out of the room, more than two hours had passed.
During this time, Sharon not only had to teach Azshara about dressing up, but also how to walk properly instead of crawling like a kitten on the floor.
The most important thing is that she had to face Azshara's sweet and clingy "Sharon's mother", which made her take a deep breath several times to restrain herself. The puppet potion in her body was digested much faster. It can be completely digested within a few weeks.
Such a change made Sharon herself dumbfounded, but in the end she kept a straight face, suppressed the surging thoughts in her heart, and walked out of the room with Azshara, who was clutching her right hand tightly.
Chapter 505 Just like raising a daughter
Hastur, who had been staying near the room and not gone far, when he heard the sound of the door opening, his eyes followed.
Sharon was the first to walk out of the room. She had long, light gold hair tied into a bun, and wore a complicated and exquisite black Gothic palace dress and a small black soft hat.
Behind her was Azshara, who was timid and wanted to hide her trace. Her height was only about Sharon's shoulders. Her face was buried in Sharon's back, and her two small white hands tightly grasped Sharon's right hand.
She was wearing a light yellow cake skirt, with pink silk threads on the hem to draw an undulating cloud, white knee-high socks, and a pair of black simple British-style women's shoes. The black catwoman tail was behind her back. Hidden in skirt.
This outfit is very refined and fashionable from Index, forming two different dressing styles from the simple and conservative Sharon.
It was obvious that Sharon had chosen this carefully.
She may be influenced by Bernadette, so she prefers Intis-style clothes, or maybe it is to make herself strongly different from Azshara, so that similar faces will not look more alike.
Hastur looked at it for a while, then said with a smile: "Azshara, don't hide, come out, let the master, um, let me see."
"Owner……"
Azshara, who was huddled behind Sharon, shouted timidly, then slowly moved her hidden body out in small steps, but her head was still lowered.
"Raise your head and let me see what Azshara has become now."
Azshara raised her head tremblingly, revealing a face that was three-thirds similar to Sharon's. Her pair of blue eyes flashed with water, filled with uneasiness and timidity.
Azshara, who stood up straight, put her head on Sharon's shoulder, slightly beyond it.
It is known that Sharon's height is around 168cm, and Azshara's height should be in the early 150s, about the same height as Xio.
Azshara and Sharon stood together, really like a pair of sisters.
"It's cute and beautiful. You have to have confidence in yourself."